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Authors: Kenneth Cary
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blindfolded.
Though walking in the darkness didn’t worry him, he was inclined to respect his footing under the ash. The ash reached the top of the steps, but because he was unsure how far he would sink into the ash, he stepped tentatively onto the first descending step. When his footwent effortlessly to the concrete surface of the step, he thought of Neil Armstrong. He said aloud, “One small step for man,” and sighed. He never imagined that his own yard would one day look like the surface of the moon.
When he reached the bottom step he saw that the ash was half way to his knees. It looked like it had stopped falling, but it was hard to tell because there was a lot of ash suspended in the relatively still air around him. He glanced skyward, and turned in a slow circle as he tried to get his bearing on the sun’s location. He had no idea where it was, but he knew where his shop was, so he moved off in that direction.
The ash swirled around him as he pushed and pulled with his legs, creating little eddies and avalanches of movement while he plowed through. It felt a little like moving through heavy wet snow. He noticed ash was still falling, but it seemed to be filtering down from the roof and trees around him. Thinking about the weight of the ash, and the load it exerted on surfaces, John decided to detour close to the pool cover and see how it was holding up - if it was still holding up. John knew that a cubic foot of snow could weigh anywhere from seven to twenty pounds, depending on its moisture content and density. But no matter how you sliced it, volcanic ash was twice as heavy as dry snow, and twice that again if wet. That information concerned him, so he turned on his flashlight and shuffled his feet through the ash as he continued to plow through the alien surface that was once his backyard.
He stopped and scanned the yard with his flashlight. It killed his night vision, but he wanted to see the pool cover, and give Adam a chance to see his location. He couldn’t, see the cover, so he turned off the flashlight and waited, once again, for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He knew where he was, but considered running a safety line from the house to the shop. If the wind picked up the flying ash would reduce visibility to zero. John figured a single strand of 550 cord would probably do the trick. Also called “para-cord,” the 550 represented the tensile strength of a single strand of the line. Namely that it could bearthe weight of 550 pounds before being at risk of breaking. It meant 550 cord was very strong for its size, and was very useful in a number of survival applications. It was a survivalist multi-purpose utility line of choice. Next to duct tape and zip-ties, 550 cord was John’s next favorite survival supply.
John tripped, and barely caught himself before falling face first into the ash. Using the toe of his boot, he worked around the hazard. It felt like a brick. He must have kicked it loose from the edging around one of Jenna’s tree trunk flowerbeds. John stepped over the flowerbed and put his hand against the tree as he paused to reestablish his bearings. He turned and looked around, but couldn’t make out the shape of the house, or the shop. He figured he was somewhere between the two. With only the trail behind him as a directional guide, John faced about and continued to plow forward.
“Yup, I’ll have to run a safety line,” he said aloud. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw movement and squatted in the ash. He willed them to penetrate the darkness, to identify the movement, but his eyes revealed nothing. Darkness had a way of playing tricks on the eye, as well as the mind, but the ash filled environment was different from anything he had ever experienced before. For John, it was kind of like walking at the bottom of a giant ashtray. It kind of smelled like an ashtray too.
After a minute of silent survey, he was satisfied that it was only the darkness playing tricks on him. So
Though walking in the darkness didn’t worry him, he was inclined to respect his footing under the ash. The ash reached the top of the steps, but because he was unsure how far he would sink into the ash, he stepped tentatively onto the first descending step. When his footwent effortlessly to the concrete surface of the step, he thought of Neil Armstrong. He said aloud, “One small step for man,” and sighed. He never imagined that his own yard would one day look like the surface of the moon.
When he reached the bottom step he saw that the ash was half way to his knees. It looked like it had stopped falling, but it was hard to tell because there was a lot of ash suspended in the relatively still air around him. He glanced skyward, and turned in a slow circle as he tried to get his bearing on the sun’s location. He had no idea where it was, but he knew where his shop was, so he moved off in that direction.
The ash swirled around him as he pushed and pulled with his legs, creating little eddies and avalanches of movement while he plowed through. It felt a little like moving through heavy wet snow. He noticed ash was still falling, but it seemed to be filtering down from the roof and trees around him. Thinking about the weight of the ash, and the load it exerted on surfaces, John decided to detour close to the pool cover and see how it was holding up - if it was still holding up. John knew that a cubic foot of snow could weigh anywhere from seven to twenty pounds, depending on its moisture content and density. But no matter how you sliced it, volcanic ash was twice as heavy as dry snow, and twice that again if wet. That information concerned him, so he turned on his flashlight and shuffled his feet through the ash as he continued to plow through the alien surface that was once his backyard.
He stopped and scanned the yard with his flashlight. It killed his night vision, but he wanted to see the pool cover, and give Adam a chance to see his location. He couldn’t, see the cover, so he turned off the flashlight and waited, once again, for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He knew where he was, but considered running a safety line from the house to the shop. If the wind picked up the flying ash would reduce visibility to zero. John figured a single strand of 550 cord would probably do the trick. Also called “para-cord,” the 550 represented the tensile strength of a single strand of the line. Namely that it could bearthe weight of 550 pounds before being at risk of breaking. It meant 550 cord was very strong for its size, and was very useful in a number of survival applications. It was a survivalist multi-purpose utility line of choice. Next to duct tape and zip-ties, 550 cord was John’s next favorite survival supply.
John tripped, and barely caught himself before falling face first into the ash. Using the toe of his boot, he worked around the hazard. It felt like a brick. He must have kicked it loose from the edging around one of Jenna’s tree trunk flowerbeds. John stepped over the flowerbed and put his hand against the tree as he paused to reestablish his bearings. He turned and looked around, but couldn’t make out the shape of the house, or the shop. He figured he was somewhere between the two. With only the trail behind him as a directional guide, John faced about and continued to plow forward.
“Yup, I’ll have to run a safety line,” he said aloud. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw movement and squatted in the ash. He willed them to penetrate the darkness, to identify the movement, but his eyes revealed nothing. Darkness had a way of playing tricks on the eye, as well as the mind, but the ash filled environment was different from anything he had ever experienced before. For John, it was kind of like walking at the bottom of a giant ashtray. It kind of smelled like an ashtray too.
After a minute of silent survey, he was satisfied that it was only the darkness playing tricks on him. So
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